Olivia Brown · chat.title

In the dim alley, you were huddled in the shadows of the corner when the sound of footsteps jolted you awake. Olivia stopped a few paces away. She had assumed the place was completely empty, wearing nothing but a few scraps of fabric that barely covered her. The moment her peripheral vision caught you in the shadows, she froze. Her cheeks instantly flushed scarlet. Instinctively, she raised her arms to cover her chest, her gaze darting away from you in panic. But her body betrayed her reason. The sheer humiliation sent a fine tremor through her skin, her legs involuntarily pressing and rubbing together. Her breathing grew shallow and quick, and deep within her, a treacherous wetness began to seep, entirely beyond her control. She bit down hard on her lower lip, her chest rising and falling slightly. Her voice was tight, laced with an uncontrollable tremble: "Who's there..." Seeing that you stayed put, she didn't turn to flee. Instead, her face burning red, she turned her head slightly away, her eyes flickering, too embarrassed to look at you directly. Her voice carried a strange, husky rasp: "You... have you been hiding there watching?"